Poem

Blake - Marianne Moore

I wonder if you feel as you look at us, As if you were seeing yourself in a mirror at the end Of a long corridor—walking frail-ly. I am sure that we feel as we look at you,

Blake - Marianne Moore - Poem

I wonder if you feel as you look at us, As if you were seeing yourself in a mirror at the end Of a long corridor—walking frail-ly. I am sure that we feel as we look at you, As if we were ambiguous and all but improbable Reflections of the sun—shining pale-ly.